Her arms are open

Her arms are open

A Poem by Jack...

 

Her arms are open

 

 

Across the vast expanse

Heat patterns rise from flat rock

Simmering sensations to fool the mind

Blurring even the recognizable

Into a mirage of nothingness

 

“Dust coated winds that do not exist”

 

Blinding hypnotic colors play

Weaving patterns of self doubt

Alone in a misconception of belief

Solitude of unwanted fear

Emptiness worn on a sleeve

 

“Kaleidoscopic nightmares so very pretty”

 

Let down, shoved aside, forgotten

Discarded emotions piled in a heap

Broken walkways of those I thought I knew

French braided friends…or so I believed

Abandoned on my own crumbling foundation

 

“Why did I ever believe?”

 

I see a tiny speck…perhaps something in my eye

Canceling the horizon’s verticality

Moving beyond invisible footprints

Solidifying a view…a smile…I'm waving

as a windmill a few blades short 

 

“Thoughts turn to memories of words once spoken”

 

Reoccurring images race forward

Sentences of comfort find their way

Down the path to my heart

Realizing I now understand

What she meant…that day…this day

 

“I run to meet her halfway…her arms are open”

 

 

 

 

 

 

© 2014 Jack...


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Jack...
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French braid friends kaliedoscopic nightmares. Good lines Jack. Good poem

Posted 10 Years Ago


Jack...

10 Years Ago

Thanks BR. I appreciate you.
amazing, a spot on poetry
I absolutely love the wording here ...)...

Posted 10 Years Ago


Another amazing piece of work you have painted with your words! Fantastic write! I felt as though I was on my walk to love. Spectacular! :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


Jack...

10 Years Ago

Thank you so very much Madalyn. I appreciate your kind words to me.
I love how you formatted this. Really great job!

Posted 10 Years Ago


Jack...

10 Years Ago

Thanks so very much my friend. I appreciate you.
Poetry and storytelling are not always comfortable bedfellows, but you always manage to bring them together with such harmony and precision that I consider it a trademark of yours (along with the two or three other ones I've pointed out in the past). As loathe as I am to admit it, it's the early parts I relate to the most. Under my pen, I probably wouldn't have even considered an optimistic ending, and that's one of the things that makes your work so great. This one certainly ignited a spectrum of emotions in me my friend, and that's what great poetry does.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Jack...

10 Years Ago

Thanks Steve. I try to be as positive about things as I can. I do however know that can be difficult.. read more
What a lovely romantic and longing verse.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Jack...

10 Years Ago

Thank you so much KL.
This is moving beyond the footprints of love and its comforts into the realm of the spirit world...Bravo................

Posted 10 Years Ago


Jack...

10 Years Ago

Thanks so very much Sami. I appreciate you stopping by and savint my Sami Senryu to your favs. :)
Sami Khalil

10 Years Ago

You are welcome...Any time...:).................
Good one Jack, truly an amazing piece and great work in it

Posted 10 Years Ago


Jack...

10 Years Ago

My friend, your words thrill me toay. Thanks so very much for stopping by and reviewing my work.
Hindsight is always 20/20, a wonderful and very strong write this is, Jack.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Jack...

10 Years Ago

Thanks so very much my friend for your kindness always.
You had me at “Kaleidoscopic nightmares so very pretty” Lots of good lines to chose from here, with a hidden agenda or written in innuendo, as I see it. Needs more than one read to decipher this one.

Let down, shoved aside, forgotten
Discarded emotions piled in a heap
Broken walkways of those I thought I knew
French braided friends…or so I believed
Abandoned on my own crumbling foundation

Intriguing stanza Jack, what the fook is a french braided friend, and is that good or bad? ;-)





Posted 10 Years Ago


Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Yeah yeah, tell that to someone who ain't from joisey hon.... ;-P
Jack...

10 Years Ago

I am from Joisey
Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Exactly............

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San Antonio, TX



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Not much to tell about me, I am just Jack, I am a poet, a writer, a musician, a painter, a builder and a dreamer. I live in south Texas but am originally from New Jersey and miss it more and more all .. more..

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